'From his tractor, the farmer asked me what I was doing standing on a step ladder at the edge of his field. I told him I was photographing the amazing...
"From his tractor, the farmer asked me what I was doing standing on a step ladder at the edge of his field. I told him I was photographing the amazing phenomenon of flax and oilseed rape flowering adjacent to one another. 'You're profiting from my error and I am the laughing stock of the farming community, as I planted the rape late and it has flowered in June at the same time as the flax and it didn't ought to do that,' he replied.
I thanked him for his error and waited for the storm clouds to arrange themselves. As I left, he grinned broadly and bellowed across the tractor's growling engine that I would never see the same again. In twenty years I never have."